Drunks already flood starbucks.
this specific one is like a dive bar.
patrons order coffee to stay high until
they fall back down once the time comes
to start spreading the sauce.
It is neither a full moon
or high noon quite yet
but the demons have started talking
and have no plans on stopping.
Speaking in tongues:
in front of children
who know nothing but forgiveness
and capturing their own faces.
until the moment we slide further down,
the opportunity to make a mark has past,
when we sleep
all alone in day dreams.
I try to help
but this is their heart,
pushing against the fire and brimstone
when the only one who listens
is the devil inside.